And so you have taken him from us! Well, it is a relief to the regiment; and I only hope that now he is an adjutant he will learn manners, and behave with a little more discretion than he has ever shown before.

How you could have saddled yourself with such a hare-brained lad is more than I can imagine." "That is all very well, O'Grady," Ryan laughed, "but it is a question of the pot calling the kettle black; only in this case the pot is a good deal blacker than the kettle.

There may be some excuse for a subaltern like me, but none for a war-scarred veteran like yourself." "Dick will do very well, O'Grady," Terence said.

"I can tell you he sits in his tent, and does his office work, as steadily as if he had been at it all his life; and if you had seen him drilling a battalion, you would be delighted.

It is just jealousy that makes you run him down, O'Grady--you were too lazy to learn Portuguese, yourself." "Is it lazy you say that I am, Terence?
There is no more active officer in the regiment, and you know it.